I watch you
Standing tall against the fresh, pink sun.
Rough, loved edges
Cracked, dry and thirsty.
Just down the hill
And I can almost feel you.
The searing sun slides over my ivory blanket
Tugging at the seams
Still, I watch.
And then,
A drop of water joins another…
Joins another…
Joins another…
The slightest temptation of a trickle
Glides across your ancient skin.
You breathe a heavy sigh
As I kiss your jagged jaw.
The sun soars higher
Warming me more
The swelter makes me shift my shoulders
Melting away my dress like snow
The trickle has grown to a stream,
Steadily moving down your obstinate body
Filling each old scratch and crumble
Soothing, and healing and making anew
The sun soars higher still
I pull and roll and shout until
I finally give in…
I am now a roaring river!
Pushing, flowing,
Caressing and hugging,
Clashing, surging,
Cascading then kissing
Your sweet, rugged edges
Smoothly become weathered
With the persuasive power of
My passionate love.
But my power has only so much time
And life does not grant me endless bounty.
The tides burn up and fade
As day becomes a violaceous gray
The last part of me clings to you
Then giving in it sighs goodbye.
I turn away and accept my fate,
Flowing home to my ocean.
"Until next spring..."
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